Pseudopod 243: Corps Cadavres
Aug. 22, 2011

by Neil John Buchanan click the link under his name to enter his dark, dark head. Read by Alasdair Stewart, the toast of the ethernet set…. “Mayor shuffles in circles; his reins hang from his butchered mouth. His clothes have disintegrated, and his swollen legs have been reduced to black stumps. Doc sways in his saddle, gives a [...]

by Neil John Buchanan

click the link under his name to enter his dark, dark head.

Read by Alasdair Stewart, the toast of the ethernet set….

“Mayor shuffles in circles; his reins hang from his butchered mouth. His clothes have disintegrated, and his swollen legs have been reduced to black stumps. Doc sways in his saddle, gives a [...]